Captured Couple M/MF

[WyattW5]

TickleSox Request I hope you like it.



Brandon Leeroy walks from his office expecting to pick up his missus from her desk on the opposite side of the building. Walking down the hall he smiles as he walks passed the folks in the cubicle farm. Working Insurance was by no means an interesting gig but it paid well. And he got to work with his best friend Emily.

Emily Leeroy a beautiful brunette with curves in all the right places (in Brandon’s mind) was the assistant managers secretary. Meeting when she joined a year after Brandon. The two instantly clicked, it was wonderful within months they were seeing each other on regular basis. The Manager took Brandon into his office and gave him. A work space fatherly talk but remained playful.

Bradon himself was a mere inch taller then his busty wife his long lanky arms held little muscle in them. His bar friends picked on him for straining muscles after pushing so many papers. At a hundred fifty pounds he looked refined in his business suit and tie. His loafers clicking against the laminate floor, approaching the office door a tapping gently before being summoned inside. Mr. Galbraith the manager of the office smiles looking up from his desk.

Emily smiling wearing a business skirt and a white button shirt. Under a black sweater the sleeves rolled just past her forearms in one hand pen the other hand pad of paper.

“oh Hello Brandon, what can I do for you?”

“Sorry to bother but uhm, I was going to stay late to work on the Werner policy”

“The Werner policy that is the tractor trailer accident?” the man nods “yes” he nods “oh go ahead don’t let me stop you” Galbraith smiles Emily looks to Mr. Galbraith then Brandon

“perhaps while he is at that I can organize your file folder for you reorganize?”

her question made Galbraith grin

“okay kids, but I have camera’s installed here so no funny business on my desk anywhere but my desk”

His tone playful and amused. Brandon returned to his desk, he had no thought on funny business until his boss said something. Shaking his head Brandon would need to focus on the work until they got home.

Two hours passed.

The office was empty as all had gone home as early as they could for the prospect of a long weekends respite. Brandon had been humming away to himself finishing his work before he looks up half expecting Emily to be at his door waiting anxiously to go home. Standing up the office was dimly lit by some remaining sun light. Brandon began walking to Mr. Galbraith’s office to find Emily’s desk untouched smiling he began to enter the office tapping twice before trying to twist the knob. The little bright knob only jiggled turning slightly but a noise from a closet caught his attention.

Walking over he tapped on the door to hear a low pitched moo before shuffling something hard bumped on the door. Quickly opening the door with a start Brandon’s eyes grow wide. Emily was leaning on a wall her arms behind her back shaking her shoulders. Looking up to her face long black hair dishevelled as from shaking trying to push herself. Shaking hair away from her face Brandon realises her mouth is covered in black tape rushing forwards trying to pull it off. Before the sound of a click behind caught his attention.

A large man in a black and grey hoodie wearing a balaclava revolver in his hand Brandon looks to to the man his eyes wide with fear. Weighing in at least two fifty not including the layers of clothing the man was a hulking figure but the diminutive size of the gun in his hand took a little away from his appearance.

“Get over here come here, come here god damn it”

throwing Brandon across the room he pins him to the ground taking Brandon’s wrists behind his back using a zip tie he zipped his hands behind his back rolling Brandon on his back

“now I’m gonna ask, where is the Gordon files”

“The what?”

“Gordon files G-O-R-D...”

“I don’t know what you are talking”

“A week ago a fire burned down widow Gordon’s house, where is the files”

“I don’t know she isn’t my cliaumph”

the large man grabs a handkerchief from his back pocket stuffing Brandon’s mouth using the same black tape he wrap it around Brandon’s bald head. Picking him up he throws him into the closet making him bounce his head off the wall. Pressing the gun to Emily’s neck

“why did you not tell me there was someone else here”

shaking her head Emily plea’s for mercy made the man growl and turn to Brandon before closing the closet door. Leaving them in complete darkness. Emily mews softly in her gag as Brandon groans trying to break the zip ties cutting his skin he scowls in pain. Walking over to Emily trying to hug her with his hands behind his back. Her head fell on his shoulder. Sobbing in fear trying to be the Brave husband Brandon supported her with his weight. Kissing her hair with the taped lips smelling the nice smell of her hair.

Their little moment of solitude was interrupted when their captor opens the closet again. Dragging Brandon out by his ear throwing him into an office chair. Before grabbing Emily by the hair throwing her onto the floor in front of Brandon. Jumping to his feet Brandon struggled to push the big man back with his puffed up chest. With a simple forceful push Brandon was thrown back to the office chair using the black tape to tape Brandon’s ankles.

“Where is the Gordon file” peeling the tape from Brandon’s mouth before dragging the damp cloth from his mouth

“I don’t know what you are”

slapping his chest the gunman pressed the gun to his head weezing from the blow Brandon chocked as the gag was dry and the force of the blow made him queasy.

“I don’t deal with any Gordon Policy” he turns to Emily

“would she know?”

“No it’s her first week here, the mandatory probationary overtime, probably just tidying up the Manager office”

“Oh really is that true miss?”

their captor watches as Emily gave a pitiful moo in her gag

“too bad, I have combed that office and I will continue to comb it until I find what I am looking for, so either you two can sit here and moan at each other through tape or tell me and I will be on my way”

he stands up grabbing the tape and cloth before going back into the office Brandon fidgeting slightly with his bonds he looks to Emily’s wrists they were taped together rolling his chair a little closer Emily looks up to Brandon curiously before he places the toe of his shoes between her wrists. A quarter inch lip between the tread and the leather easily wedged some space for Emily to rub her bonds the tape beginning to twist and roll.

Soon enough she was able to get her hands free Brandon turns to her and moves his head to run. Shaking her head Brandon growls lowly making Emily nod her head. Removing her heels she quickly runs away silently looking to their captor Brandon watches as the big man barrages the office.

Within a few minutes Emily came back making Brandon grunt in surprise kneeling down beside her husband sliding a device into the collar of his shirt. She fell back down rolling the tape back onto her wrists hoping their captor did not notice her absence.

Coming out with a curse the large man rips the tape from Emily’s mouth
“where is the Gordon file?”

“As I told you, we have no Gordons on file”

“Oh ho, so your faithful friend there was lying”

“he was just trying to protect me”

Snarling the big man stands Brandon up using his ear the man hurled him back into closet. A few minutes passed and the door opens for Emily to enter the closet slamming the door. Brandon groans Emily leans over to her husband resting her head on his chest. Brandon pressed his cheek onto her head again.

Finding strange comfort in their bonds, Emily felt completely safe with her husband in a closed closet. Even in his bound state Brandon felt comforted knowing his lovely wife at his side. Kissing her forehead with his taped lips.

An hour passed but it seemed like eternity all Brandon and Emily had accomplished was an awkward nap but as air got low heat began to rise, both began to perspire aggressively. Brandon began to feel his lungs twinge and burn as he slouched against a wall. Emily raises her hand and begins to pull on Brandon’s taped lips. Spitting the wet handkerchief from his mouth Brandon croaks and groans needing water he looks to Emily

“did, he hurtch you?”

Shaking her head tears well her eyes before Brandon wraps her head in his shoulders again while Brandon used this tact to hug his wife, Emily had tricky fingers unbuttoning two buttons on Brandon’s abdomen, revealing his cell phone. Brandon’s eyes lit up. Unlocking the phone Emily smiles to see one of her selfies smiling on the grass.

Dialling 9-1-1 Brandon quietly informed the officers there was a man armed with a revolver and he and his wife were kept in a closet. The dispatcher asked to stay on the phone Brandon did his best to talk the Dispatcher all her details.

While they waited for the cavalry to come Brandon pulls the tape from Emily’s mouth before she hungrily kissed him without word of reason she clung to him nearly suffocating the man. Within a few more minutes the sounds of police calling out and angry shouting informed the couple were in the building. The closet door opened as two officers helped the couple out of the closet.

A Detective from the local station came around and informed the couple the Gordon file he was talking about was a house fire an older woman’s two hundred year old house burned down. And their captor was the lead suspect in the crime. Without any substantial evidence besides this occurrence.

Mr. Galbraith took Brandon and Emily aside apologizing the security service should have been more actively watching the building. Feeling terrible about the whole scenario, he knew about the Gordon Files but they were not handled by their company. It was being presided over by Braithwaite insurance Brokerage the companies closest competition.

Brandon and Emily spent the majority of the weekend cuddling up with each other. both feeling frightened over the incident. but on Saturday night Emily cuddled up good and close to Brandon whispering

"i never did thank you properly for what you did"

feeling confused Emily took Brandon's hand and led him into the bedroom. where the nice young couple would have anything but a silent night.


I hope you like it, this is not quite as long as I initially had it, but this scenario seemed more related to the captive Couple in Business attire.